(Call-o, Jeremy and me with my Ever So Happy to be having a picture taken face)
(Roger, Jeremy & Amy)
(Jeremy being a dork)
He's done. My son completed his degree and I was able to be there to celebrate with him.....cannot express how truly proud I am, that might be from keeping up with graduating seniors all weekend...pretty sure my liver is bleeding and I'm still trying to figure out how I ended up taking a "Salad Tossing" poll with twenty-two year olds and with my lips on the shaved head of a sixty-five year old....complete with a tattooed face on the back, the back of his head. Oh and there was just enough hair on....the back of his head, to form a handlebar mustache on the face of said tattoo, in a bar, in Louisville Kentucky....um, ouch. Oh and believe me, there's more.
Home and tired but so very proud of my son and in some strange way, the way we tend to make our own frames for moments like these. No stuffed cap and gown bears, no balloons or giant cards, we have laughter, head shaking and memories that unlike an album full of photos never fade. I'm now off to wash the Vegas airport, (don't ask) off me and try and find me a liver bandage.